He thought being tied to my St. Andrew's Cross in nothing but his gimp mask meant he'd get off easy.

Silly little slut. ?

I'm in my halter latex, paddle in hand, and this naughty boy is completely at my mercy. I spank him until his skin turns red, make him count every single strike, and punish him all over again when he messes up. He whimpers, he marks up fast, and I barely even break a sweat.

By the time I'm done with him, he's a shaking, obedient mess thanking me for every hit.

Do you think you could take everything I gave him, or would you be begging before I even got to five?